Pandora's Box #77-78 - "Who did you say you work for?"


[Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Pegasus]

Sulan entered the sickbay after having slept a few hours. She looked around for the doctor. "Doctor, I believe I am suffering from some manner of affliction. I cannot seem to stop speaking my thoughts." She sat down on a nearby cot.

Russell was analyzing a few samples he had taken from T'Rell and a few other patients for analysis. So far he had more than a dozen reported cases, and he still was not sure what to look for. The computer wasn't very helpful either. Then he saw Telek Sulan walk into sickbay. He went over to her as she asked her question and he replied "That seems to be the trouble with a lot of people at the moment. I'm still looking for an answer to that."

Sulan watched him, mumbling quietly to herself. "Do you have any idea as to it's cause? I am having trouble hiding my reluctance about my current mission." she said wishing she hadn't said that. "Yet I am confused at my motives for coming here, knowing I will probably divulge something important. It seems that I am becoming unwilling to work for my controllers any more."

"I'm still in the dark about it's cause. So far I believe it has to do with the opening of a certain box in the cargo bay. That's when the whole trouble began. T'Rell was knocked unconscious." Russell said pointing at the Vulcan lying on the surgical biobed. "I believe he's going to be alright, though." he said relieved. Then the words of Sulan registered in his mind. "Mission? Controllers? What are you talking about?"

"The mission I was sent to complete." She says matter-of-factly. " I was supposed to come aboard this vessel, and then contact my superiors at Section 31 to receive further orders. I have failed to do so, and I am wondering at the reasoning for my inaction."

"Section 31?" Russell looked a bit shocked. "I've heard rumours about that, but I've never given it a second thought that it actually existed." he said truthfully, adding a soft "But what do I know, I was just a local practitioner for almost 20 years." Then looking straight at her he said "And now you're telling me you work for... them?"

"Correct. doctor." She shifted, folding her hands in her lap. "Though, I no longer wish to. I am..." She hesitated "... weary of such things. I wish to seek asylum here, but I am concerned with the repercussions of such actions. I wonder if my presence here will but the ship and crew in danger." She stared down at her hands, mumbling to herself.

"I can imagine that if you fail to report in, they will come and find out why or what happened. If the rumours I heard are only partly true, you could be very right about danger..." Russell said. He stared down and mumbled "We could all be blown to smithereens for all they care." He shook his head and said "Aargh, stupid disease!" He was getting pretty annoyed by the fact he was blurting out his thoughts. "Anyway, I'm not the one who can grant you your asylum. That's up to the Commander to decide. But I can put in a good word for you."

"That be an agreeable course of action. Perhaps section 31 would be willing to part with one operative?" She shakes her head, "No. It is logical to assume that they would attempt to terminate my life at the first possible opportunity." She stood up. "It was agreeable to confide in you, Doctor. I hope the work toward T'Rell's recovery progresses without hindrance." She headed out the door. "Please inform the Commander that I wish to speak to him at his earliest convenience."

"Perhaps there is a way to convince them you're not alive anymore." Russell said, trying to put her a bit at ease. "But I'm not familiar with their methods. They seem to be everywhere and know everything." he added. "I'll let Commander LaBrie know you wish to speak with him. But just being curious, they sent you here so they will try to contact you here. Am I right?"

"Correct." She said looking back at him. "I am certain that we can conceive of a plan of action together. But for now, I will leave you, to allow performance of your duties." She then left, heading back to her quarters.

"Nice talking to you." Russell said softly, but the Sickbay doors closed before he could finish his sentence. "That's a nice situation we got ourselves into." he said to himself partly because he was speaking his thoughts, but also due to the fact they had a Section 31 agent aboard. "I've never heard of one of them defecting, and that's probably NOT because their conditions of employment are so very... generous." he thought out loud, concerned with what he had just learned.


A covert post by:

Lt. (jg) Dr. Russell D. Floyd Chief Medical Officer


(Sublieutenant) Telek Sulan Section 31 refugee

USS Pegasus